Quotes from James Dashner

Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank, falling

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reported only seven deaths during surgery.

Thomas rolled over, glad it was dark so no one could see the look that had settled across his face. It wasn't a smile, exactly. Not quite a happy expression. But almost. And for now, almost was good enough.

What do you mean?" He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

Alec put out his hand. "We're going to make it through this, but just in case …" Mark shook the man's hand, squeezing it. "Thanks for the billion times you saved my life." "It's been an honor serving with you, kid. Maybe today you'll save mine a couple more times." "I'll do my best.

To fully appreciate the Sleep, you had to embrace the Wake and all its drudgery.

Thomas and Teresa

MÁTAME. SI ALGUNA VEZ HAS SIDO MI AMIGO, MÁTAME.

Thomas groaned at how invisible he'd become. "I love how you guys are just talking about me like i'm not here.

I actually believe you. You just don't have an ounce of lying in those eyes of yours. And I can't bloody believe I'm about to say this." He paused. "But I'm going back in there to convince those shanks we should go through the Griever Hole, just like you said. Might as well fight the Grievers rather than sit around letting them pick us off one by one.

Everything he knew was a result of artificial intelligence. Manufactured data and memories. Programmed technology. A created life.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. My name is Stephen.

twenty-one Gladers in all. Every last one of those who'd stayed behind and fought was covered in Griever sludge and human blood,

there. Before they eat my brain and start heading for my heart." He whimpered, a sound that seemed to Mark more like it would come from an injured dog than from a human. "What symptoms are you feeling?" Lana asked. "What happened to Misty?" Mark watched as the Toad raised his hands up and pressed them against the sides of his head. Even his silhouette was creepy doing such a thing.

Thomas stepped into the hall with Newt, scared to death of what his friend might say and how crazy it might sound. The seconds were ticking away. They walked a few feet from the door before Newt stopped and faced him,

All he saw was madness and bloodlust and jealousy carved onto countless bleeding and mangled faces.

Well, this is hard because I don't know what you know.

Another pop, this time followed by the tinkle of glass sprinkling on the floor.

Jalani saja. Kau tdk dapat memecahkan masalah jika menyerah pada rasa takut.

And then Thomas was being dragged to his feet, yanked away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.

meant it. For the first time in his life, he was both free and safe, as costly as the accomplishment had been. Then